yr of impressions
the line between I and all
blur
the "I"
that as long as terrified
klamrat at
logical thought chants
explanatory models and protective walls
self was born without but I
for 49 years ago
an infinite soul caught in
a three-dimensional livsklump
that breathed and moved
forced
to learn how to manage the new
craft
"I" became to
It hurt
a hudlös sponge with five thousand emotional sticks
is forced
to harden themselves
temp out
temp out
(rustad straight and armor sealed
I went out) *
until life craft could be operated in three dimensions
but that burst
of impressions
I am (et)
learned (sig)
run everything smoother, faster
following what seemed to be
instructions for use
("I" feel so small and fragile)
("I" needs)
(be someone, be something, succeed, succeed, successful)
(try!)
(for more, more, more!)
I was able to
I grew
the shell was strong
(but the horror was the post cast
and of shame) *
"I" then proceeded to crumple up
4997 emotional sticks
told them to shut up
While I learned
talk, scream, compete, have fun, elbow, babble and perform
just as I thought
It would go to
BAM.
(powerful is it diluting life
more than iron
out of the Earth's heart-driven
without the shield) *
4997 emotional sticks
required thank goodness
Re
his existential right
broke up
asking "self" shut up
When there is a question
that it may be able to have a rational response to
all senses naked
find dimensions
only five thousand emotional sticks can experience
allow the soul
all
inform me
is the butterfly
the leaves
Sun
flower
tree
is the crowd
is the friend
feel in
familiar with
know everything
not so bad anymore
not so afraid anymore
It works better now
albeit a little dizzy
a little wobbly
a little live
a little happy
(spring dawns in winter climes
where I froze
I want to meet life's powers
weaponless) *
* Karin Boye-I want to meet the …
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